West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Black Market

Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar. Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford

Syn

Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.

Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

no one could outrun the crash [davante/open]


Posted on February 03, 2015 by minn
West Reopen Thread
there are survivors, they're coming home



Had anything changed since she'd been gone?

Didn't really look like it. The West was still grungy as ever, almost like the entire part of the city was coated in dust and slime and dirt. The pretty lights surrounding everything in the skyline didn't do much to help. If anything, it just highlighted what wasn't lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree and that was...pretty much everything around here. It could be daunting, Minn would admit. There were still places even she wouldn't travel by herself if she didn't really have to, but it didn't keep her from wandering. Not today, at least. Because you know what? Curiosity never killed the bear.

Minn slowly made her way through the more familiar parts of town first, glancing about as she trudged around and kicked various pieces of trash in front of her foot by foot. Nothing in her path was left un turned. Even an abandoned trash can was examined and rummaged through as she pawed about for anything interesting. An old cardboard box, a rotting piece of a furniture in an alley way, locked storage units that were far too complex for her to get in to. Stuff like that. The most unusual thing she saw was probably that black, sleek looking little sports car parked haphazardly in an open garage. Whoever it belonged to must have been pretty confident that it would be left alone - either due to their arrogance in status or the fact that things as nice as that around here were usually stolen - and those two reasons weren't nearly enough to stop Minn from snooping around. She poked and prodded at it, opening the door and sliding into the driver's seat when she discovered it wasn't even locked. Weird.

Minn had never been much of a car person. The appeal to her just wasn't there, so her interest died quickly - except with the full coca-cola bottle in the passenger cup holder that she took with her, and left the car alone. She even took the liberty of leaving the driver's side door wide open without a second thought before continuing her exploration of the area. It didn't take long for her to reach a more populated section, adorned with dinky little shops that looked run down and with people behind the counters who didn't look so friendly. Small groups of people talked on the sidewalks, others walked by briskly, and a occasionally a car bumped by nosily on the tattered asphalt street.

Yup. Things seemed pretty normal. One place in particular, Minn realized, seemed a little off to her. She didn't remember it being there and it was almost too shady looking to pass up. There wasn't a single person in their right mind who would even want to peer in the frosted, dusty, ugly looking window - you probably wouldn't be able to see anything anyways - but for some reason Minn was too ambitious to pass it up. It took her a few good, hefty tugs to pry open the heavy door, but eventually it creaked forward and she slunk inside, leaving it slightly ajar behind her. At first glance the store didn't seem like much. Just a small empty entrance hall with another doorway not too far from the first one. Minn's nose wrinkled as she walked forward, her converse shoes shuffling along carelessly as she went. When she turned the corner she hadn't quite been expecting the new view and she stopped, blinking a bit as she stared.

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn."

There were guns everywhere. Or... deadly looking things, at least. Maybe not all guns. They lined the walls, there were expensive glass cases on display - every corner of this fucking room was showcasing something sharp and pointy. "This can't be legal. ...Cool." And the best part? No one seemed to be around. That gave Minn more than enough free reign to snoop - and that's exactly what she did. Whatever she could reach was immediately touched, picked up, and set down again in the wrong direction or in a different place entirely. Odd objects were prodded, guns were sniffed, ammo was rattled, glass was tapped on. There was a weird small metal piece lying around that she even ate.

Minn had never used a gun before... or a weapon of any sort. But it was still kinda cool to see all this shit in one room.

they float in darkness, they're not alone
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